Aspiring to the Third Age

I've always had a crush on older women, with a special eye for the unloved and the badly fucked! But there was a time when my greed took on a striking contour when I found myself full of lust for a friend's grandmother! Mrs. Helena, or little Helen, was a seventy-year-old with everything on top that aroused lust wherever she went; and it was no different with me. I can't explain why that woman caught my attention so much, even because she didn't see me as a man, but as a friend of her grandson. And it all happened in a curious way; one afternoon I was coming back from my run when a downpour of those fell; with little choice, I ended up looking for shelter and what I found was the marquise of the garage of the residence of Heleninha; I stood there trying to dodge the downpour that descended from the heavens without mercy or pity when the social door of the garage opened. - My God! Get in here right away, boy! <unk> she said holding a towel and smiling <unk> otherwise, you'll catch a cold! As soon as I entered, she made me take off my shirt and began to dry my body; immediately, my cock became stiff and swelled up inside my pants. I think she soon realized what her gesture was causing in me and with a hooked expression she asked me to dry myself without her help. At the same time, Heleninha invited me to have a fresh coffee that she had just brewed ..., of course I did not refuse. We went up to the kitchen and I sat in a chair using the towel to line it up as my shorts were a little wet. She served me coffee in a small ceramic cup and I sipped the drink in sips while she did the same. We started talking amenities, but I noticed that every now and then she would peek out of the corner of her eye at my still-protruding groin. -Well, it looks like this rain won't stop anytime soon <unk> she commented after we finished drinking coffee <unk> Do you want to come to the living room? It's warmer there... We walked into the living room, and she asked me to sit on the couch that had a cloth cover. "'Don't bother,' she said cheerfully, 'you won't get anything wet.'" Knowing that Helen was separated from her husband, I asked her what it was like to live alone without a male companion; at first she tried to talk me out of it, but I insisted, for I felt that there was a story behind this evasiveness. "Oh, I broke up with him because he didn't make me happy", she replied still clumsily. "You can't live with a man who doesn't understand you". What did he do or fail to do that disappointed you? "Look, boy, I'm going to tell you a story..., but you have to swear that you won't tell anyone else, understand?" she said with an anxious tone. I said it would be our secret and I left her free to start. <unk>When I was very young, I helped my father with some things, since we had no brothers, being only me and my older sister who didn't want to know anything and my mother had died a long time ago; one day he asked me to go to a warehouse of building materials to get an order that he had made. As I was half a grandmother, it took me a long time to get to the warehouse and the owner was almost closing. I ran there begging him to attend to my father's request, because if he returned without him I would certainly get a beating of those! The man, a tall, muscular brunette looked at me and smiled saying that he would attend to me only because I was very beautiful. We entered and he closed the steel door again and asked me to go with him to my father's room where I was dressed. As soon as we entered, he locked the door and waited for me; he tried to force me to go to the warehouse and the owner was almost closing. I ran there begging him to attend to my father's request, because if he returned without him I would surely get a beating of those! The man, a tall, muscular man, looked at me and smiled and said that he would attend to me only because I was very beautiful. At that moment, little Helen became mute, and I noticed that she was trying to hold back the tears that flooded her eyes; I approached her and embraced her affectionately, trying in vain to console her. Overcome by shame, he burst into tears, weeping profusely; I remained silent with my arms around her, letting time work its cure ..., after a while, swallowing sobs and tears, she resumed her story. <unk>I cried and begged him to let me go, swearing I wouldn't tell anyone, but the guy made fun of it by saying that if I did what he wanted he would let me go; I stayed quiet and replied that I would do anything he wanted ..., then he put me on an old, rusty sofa, opened my legs and took off my clothes ..., I felt something hot and hard pinch my little hole and suddenly he put his pin in my ass! At the time I had no idea what it was ..., the pain was terrible, but ..., in the end I ended up liking it, although I didn't tell him.<unk> Once again little Helen was silent and I held her in my arms, trying to console her somehow. "Calm down, little Helen..., all this is in the past! You need to forget it and go on with your life!" I said, trying to cheer her up as best I could. -No! I can't! You don't understand! <unk> she answered nervously <unk> After what was left only between me and that man ..., I ..., I went back to look for him! "Why did you do that?" I asked, stunned by her words. -I searched for him because ..., because ..., because I liked it! <unk> she replied in a breathless tone <unk> I liked to give my ass and I wanted him to continue fucking me like that! When I got married, I didn't say anything to my husband, but I provoked him to do anal ..., he told me that anal sex was a bitch! And when I insisted ..., my husband walked away from me!!! Stunned by Little Helen's account, I squeezed her in my arms, preventing her from seeing or feeling how excited I too had become about her story; my cock throbbed inside her shorts while my perverted mind conceived scenes in which Little Helen received my roll in her ass! After a few minutes, she stared at my face and apologized for the confession. "I guess you must think I'm a tramp, don't you?" she asked sadly. "Why would I think that, Helen?" I replied with a welcoming smile. "You're a woman who likes sex, and also anal sex, and I don't see a problem with that! -If you could ..., would you have sex with a woman much older than you? <unk> she asked with her hand walking on my chest making circular movements leaving me more horny! Yes, yes, I would, I answered without hiding my anxiety, I would have sex with you, you know why, because I've always had a crush on you. Leaving everything aside and forgetting who we were, we kissed with immense ardour; I squeezed Helen's body against mine and felt the moment she placed her hand on my groin, squeezing it gently and then more forcefully. "Is all this hard stuff for me?" she asked naively, staring me in the eye. "It always has been, little Helen, always!" I answered in an exasperated tone. Immediately, she pulled my trousers up until the rigid roll popped out, showing itself in all its fullness. Helen held it with one of her hands, licking the rosary as if it were her favorite ice cream, until she ended up drooling all the way to the heel, sucking like there was no tomorrow; I confess that this woman knew how to suck a dick and did it in such a way that it made me crazy with a hard-on! Little Helen sucked a lot with her hand rolling my bag making me even tougher. After a while, she took my stick out of her mouth, looked at me and smiled. "Do you want to fuck a hot ass of an old bitch?" she asked in a provocative tone. I shook my head showing that I was very tormented by the idea of picking up that old bitch. She got up and ran down the corridor leading to the rooms; before moving forward, she turned to me and began to undress herself until she was entirely naked; I looked at that body and my horn almost exploded; Little Helen had lovely breasts that even slightly dropped still had their charms; and what to speak of a shaved little cheek added to a mind-blowing butt. I followed in the footsteps of the little girl who threw herself on the double bed in her room, getting into position waiting to be impaled by a hard roller; I climbed onto the bed and took up a position, rubbing the rosary around the little hole that flashed madly to welcome me inside. I began willingly to make the glans break the resistance that was complacent, causing moans in my partner; I advanced by thrusting the roller with successive blows always stimulated by the sighs and screams of little Helen who demonstrated without a shadow of a doubt how much she appreciated my impetuousness; it did not take long for me to be hitting hard shaking the body of my lover who did not hide how much pleasure it gave her; so much so that she soon enjoyed an orgasm whose enthusiasm surprised me! I didn't give up on that fuck, hitting more and more, and more surprised by the jokes that made little Helen tremble and moan in delirium; for the first time in my life, I realized an exceptional performance on my part never conceiving that I could resist for so long fucking an ass that so tasty made me want to never stop again! A long time later I was beaten by physiology with my muscles involuntarily contracting causing spasms that resulted in a flowing pleasure, causing me to ejaculate caudally, filling Helen's ass with a load of hot, slimy semen, and yet, feeling that the roller still held an intriguing erection, I continued to punch that ass, provoking yet another long orgasm in my delicious partner. With the dick withering in the hole, I pulled it out slowly until I let it go, watching the lace hole spilling pussy; Helen still contracted her sphincter by spitting out a little more semen that flowed down the drain and licked the sheet. Sweaty and sweaty, we remained lying on the bed, exchanging kisses and caresses. Helen confessed to me that she always dreamed of being raped by a younger man, but she was always afraid of appearing vulgar in the eyes of the majority. I took the opportunity to confide in her that I had always had a crazy passion for her, and that I dreamed of the possibility of a climb; however, I also said that I was thrilled with the possibility of a good anal fuck and that she had managed to fulfill all my desires at once! After that day, she and I kept our relationship a secret, hiding it from everyone, especially from relatives on both sides. One day, little Helen was so horny that she did not hesitate to go around my house until she was sure that I was alone, ringing the bell and waiting for me to answer her; I pulled her inside, taking her to the garage where the huge leather sofa there witnessed another hot and impetuous anal fuck. And as a prize, little Helen made sure to suck my dick still half-masted, right after I took it out of her ass, saying that she liked my dick so much that she wanted to feel its taste after I had enraged her. Our insanity peaked the day she begged me to have anal sex in a public place; even with all the fear of the possible consequences, the adrenaline of doing it filled me with desire and we waited until nightfall to go to a square that used to be deserted where little Helen carried out her fantasy. She lifted her dress up to her waist, displaying her nakedness without underwear; she got out of the car and leaned on the hood calling me to fuck her. It was a real general madness, and even hearing noises and sometimes sounds of footsteps back and forth, we enjoyed an intoxicating anal fuck, with a fun right out of the hole, licking the buttocks and thighs of my share. Unfortunately, that was the last time ... Helen became ill and went to live with her sister in a country town; we never saw each other again, but to this day my lust for sex with older women is only overcome when I remember the fantastic anal sex I enjoyed in her company.